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The orange cape has vanished from the wardrobe. Did it walk off? Did something else come to take its place? Wouldn’t it be funny to discover a wardrobe within the wardrobe…
Instead, N. found an old crucifix in the bottom drawer. He picked it up. The cross was made of mahogany, bronze casting…
“The cross doesn’t care who is crucified on it,” N. said to himself. “It doesn’t ask whether the crucified or the crucifiers are Christian. But it hurts when the nails are driven in and pulled out. It’s soaked in blood. It’s fed up with the setting sun, it wants to be free. It doesn’t even want to be a cross. Going back to its historical roots, it falls apart into two wooden beams which then rest on the building site of time. They are waiting for their glorious and inglorious past to blaze like
